The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 8

"Ms. Gonzalez, it shows you're married. Does your husband know you're leaving?"

"Yeah, we're on the brink of divorce," Nancy whispered hurriedly, her voice barely above a murmur. The clerk paused, "The process to terminate your status has started. You'll need to come in a week to submit your application. Will that work for you?"

Without hesitation, Nancy firmly replied, "Yes, I'll be there."

Not just in a week. Nancy would make time anytime if it meant getting away from Cyrus.

With a nod, the clerk ended the call.

The vast silence of the house enveloped her once more, broken only by the sound of water in the bathroom.

Nancy's expression was hard to read, a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name. Just a little longer, and she'd be free from Cyrus.

out of her thoughts. It was a message

a second to

feeling told Nancy to check.

the center was a picture of her snuggled up against a man radiating joy. Even though the man's face was out of frame, the

caption read, [When the wrong jewels find their rightful owner. Thanks for the gifts, love.

stared at the post until her eyes stung. So, Cyrus had taken Hayley to the auction house, where he'd never

admit. Yet, she quietly liked the post. Nancy didn't cut Hayley off. She wanted to see how far this farce would go. Good. She would leave Cyrus and let him have his "tragic

and Cyrus emerged, a cloud of steam in his wake. He looked at Nancy,

If someone's bothering

beat, but she masked her feelings well. "It's nothing," she

Nancy, trying to gauge

a silly survey asking if true love in marriage exists," Nancy said, her voice dry, not taking

smiled tenderly and said, "Of

lips,